Pollen Putih Dan Langit Biru

Whitish pollen being blown hard by the wind, leaving the fountain grass alone on its own, seeds dispersed and sailed curvaciously by the breezy air. One good thing, these seeds were travelling with perfect bluish sky just right above them, not to worry the wet heavy rain that would wash them down, before reaching its predetermined destination.

Love life can be so like pollens.

Ku sangka panas sampai ke petang, rupanya hujan di tengahari

I just guess so.